Friday, October 19, 2007

You can go now...

So, I took Kennedy to a Halloween party tonight. I'm a little apprehensive. I don't really know how to let go and let her be a kid with other kids. I can't help it. She's my only kiddo.
See, I my eyes, it should just be Jeff, me and Ken. Like there's no reason to have anyone else around. Why would we need that? We are a perfect little unit. Kennedy however, has a different outlook on this.

Like I said, I took her to a party tonight. One of her little friends hosted a Halloween party. There is going to be cake, ice cream, candy, a cool movie, AND a costume contest. She has talked about this all week. She was pumped.

I rush home from work, we get her all dressed up and off we go. I thought (just for a second) she may spontaneously com bust on the way there. We get there I am pretty impressed. The house is completely decked out. We go inside and they even have a sign in sheet. ( I LOVE it, what responsible people!) So we get her "checked in" and she's off! Having a great time with her friends. I can't help but linger. Kinda checking things out, you know, like is the house "kid friendly" (because at 7 years old she may stick her fingers in an uncovered outlet or put something in her mouth) and it looks pretty good. I then go outside where all the kids are having a great time. I really feel good about this.

About 20 minutes go by and I realize, I am the ONLY parent there. Hmmm.
I walk up to Kennedy and try to talk to her. She COMPLETELY BLEW ME OFF!

A couple of minutes after that, this is what she says:

"Mom, um, you can go now"

OUCH. I think to myself, "What???? Why would you want me to leave? I am totally cool. I can totally hang with these kids. I'm cool, I'm hip, I'm with it".

Yeah, apparently not. I am no longer cool enough to hang with 7 year olds. When did that happen? I mean really? I can't "hang" with 2nd graders. I am slightly devastated.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Leap Frog

Kennedy stayed home all last week from school. She was so sick bless her heart. By Friday her fever had broke and she was on the mend! My mother graciously offered (after me having a psychotic episode) to keep her Friday afternoon so I could head in to work. (Thank you Mommy!!)

They had to run around for a little while and returned home with some festive fall decorations for my front yard. As they are setting up, Kennedy looks over and spots two grasshoppers.

"Look Nana! One grasshopper is on top of the other. I bet they are playing leap frog!"

"They sure are, time to go!" Mom replies.

What's the matter mom? Don't you want to explain why they are playing "Leap Frog"?

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Excellent Parenting Skills.....

We rented movies the other night. Kennedy I are scouring the aisles looking for just the right ones. We come across one in particular: "Pans Labyrinth". I think to myself "AWESOME! I loved the old Labyrinth movie! Jim Henson rocks!" It has to be like the new version of a classic. Right??

We finish picking out a few others flicks and head on home. I tell Kennedy she can go up and watch the "New Labyrinth" in her room. "K mom!" and she scurries up the stairs.

About 20 minutes later she comes rushing down the stairs obviously flustered and almost in tears,

"MOM! I can't understand the movie! It's all in Spanish or something and the words on the screen are going too fast! I can't read them!"

I think to myself, what button did you touch. I respond, "Ken, I'll be up there in a sec, just chill"

She goes back upstairs. I hate to admit, I kinda forgot to go up there right away. So 15 minutes after that I head up the stairs.

"Ken, hand me the remote, let's see if we can get it fixed".

I think I pushed every button on that darn remote and finally figured out, the movie actually is in Spanish. As I come to this realization, the scene on the movie changes, Kennedy shouts:

"Ooo, I hate that guy, mom you missed it a minute ago. See that knife in his hand? He just stabbed this guy right thru the heart! It was sooo gross!"

SAY WHAT......??????!!!!!!!

I grab the movie cartridge and begin to thoroughly examine it. RATED R.


I turned the t.v. off pronto and the explain to my 7 year old that her mother is completely incompetent.

Of course, she took it completely different. Here is her response

"I was totally watching a rated R movie! My friends are NEVER gonna believe this!"

Ah, yes, please tell all of your friends that here at the Shy house, we encourage small children to watch movies with extreme violence and adult content.


Thursday, October 4, 2007

It's a little thing called Karma....

If you read my last post, then you know I am raising a truly talented con artist. I'm so proud....

Kennedy got nailed the other day for going home "sick" from school. Yesterday, she received a POWERFUL lesson on Karma. Poor thing.

Flash back to Wednesday evening.....

I was working late (as usual) and we were supposed to go to my parents for dinner. I called Jeff and asked him to please pick up Kennedy and I would meet him there. I left work shortly there after and headed over to mom's. I got there before they did. I sat and talked to mom and dad for a few minutes, then looked outside and saw them walking across the lawn. I see Jeff leading the way and Kennedy dragging behind him. I could see with my all powerful mom eye that something was amiss. I opened the door and they came in. I greeted my husband and then looked at Ken. She would barely look me in the eye. Hmm, what happened.

We all get our plates and get ready to eat.

"Kennedy, do you want me to make you a plate?"
"No, I'm not hungry" she says.

Now, for those of you that know my kiddo, she DOES NOT miss a meal.

I look down at her and her eyes fill with tears.
"Mom, I need to tell you something, can we go talk in private?"
"Sure bug, let's go"

Then, in a mumbling sobbing rambling mess, she proceeds to tell me that she got a "bad note" at school. Dad "busted my butt 3 times and grounded me".

I explained to her she knew the rules and that bad behavior at school was unacceptable.

"I know mom. I'm sorry, I'm going to write (Mrs. Capelena) a note and apologize". It really broke my heart.

Now flash forward to the end of the night. Kennedy has gone to bed and I'm getting her backpack ready for school. I begin looking thru her Tuesday folder and I find "the note".

I study it for a few minutes and sure enough, she got in trouble. I think to myself, "man, this is the same thing she got in trouble for last time, the same EXACT thing". Then I look just a little closer......

HOLY MOLY! The date on the note was 8/27!! It was the same EXACT note! Somehow, the old note had gotten back in her folder!!!!


I couldn't help but laugh... just a little bit. I pulled Jeff over and had him look at it. Poor kid got nailed for ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. I guess that what happens when we tell a little white lie, it ALWAYS catches back up with you!!!

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

You are so dead when I get home.....

So, today I have a big meeting with Sam's. I've been up since 5:30am (and for those of you who are unaware, I HATE no, LOATHE mornings.) ANYWAY, I get ready and off I go.

We get to the convention center, set up, and get the ball rolling on the meeting. After the meeting ended (like 4 hours later) I check my phone. 5 new voicemails! I didn't even know that 5 people knew my phone number. I start to call people back, the first of which is Jeff.

Me: "Hey babe, just got done, what's up?"

Jeff: "Oh nothing, just sittin here with our sick kiddo"

Me: "What?! What's wrong with her? Is she ok? Does she have a fever, diarrhea, vomiting, blood or broken bones????"

Jeff: "No, she has a belly ache"

Me: "Say whaaaat?"

Jeff: "She had a tummy ache so the school tried to call you. When they couldn't get you, they called your dad. He went and got her and then called me."

One thought comes to mind......*suckers*

Me: "I'll be there in a minute"

Jeff: "Will you bring us something to eat?"

Of course, because I have nothing else I'm doing and you guys are obviously incredibly busy.
So I stop to get them something to eat and head to the hacienda. I get there to find both Jeff and Kennedy upstairs watching cartoons. I unleash the evil parent within......

Me: "Kennedy, what is wrong? Why did you have the nurse call?"
Ken: "My tummy hurt."
Me: "Did you barf?"
Ken: "No."
Me: "Diarrhea?"
Ken: "No."
Me: "Do you have a fever?"
Ken: "I don't think so."
Me: Are you REALLY sick?
Ken: "No, no ma'am."
"You are dead meat when I get home tonight."

Wow, at 7 years old, she has already figured out a way to con the school, her grandfather, AND her Dad. Sadly, I'm somewhat impressed. I was 12 before I pulled off this scam successfully!